What you are about to read will make many educators and the weak-kneed alike audibly gasp.

Frankly, I don’t care.

A young mother who lives in another state called me over the weekend, saying that her newly minted second grader had already been the victim of a bully, a mouth-breathing little creep (my description, not hers) who has spent the first week of school picking on her son and has even hit him once.